Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Pakistan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
the Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Con Funk Shun,
Q65,
The Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
T. Rex,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Byrd,
Minnie Riperton,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacob Miller,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
The American Breed,
Can,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Nirvana,
Franke,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.